At least I found my voice again...

Man, I sound so overwhelming-make-me-want-to-throw-up in love in my last post. With Paris, of course. Miss it for sure but let me put my normal voice back on, it's much more suiting, I think.

Don't ask me why I would pay to fly/train into one of the coldest, most expensive places in Europe right now, to spend five days fighting snow and rain...looking for something interesting to do in a place that has the worst reputation for their lovers and their cooks.

Interlaken, Switzerland, everybody. I'm going to have to update you when I get back.

Plan: Nap, movies, shopping...cross your fingers for sunshine. Meals. Friends. Napping. Among other fun activities, inside of course. We'll probably venture out for a snowball fight if we're lucky...take 293784234890 pictures and run inside to thaw out our fingers. Pictures can be so deceiving, hmm??

No worries, I'm going with my favorite people on this trip and in general and definitely going to enjoy it.

In other news: listen to ratatat, I'm still obsessed. learning Sevillanas...seriously SO COOL, make me show you when I get back. Will you go dancing with me because I'm also learning: bachata, merengue, cha-cha-cha, salsa and pasa doble. Holla. French is the next language on the list. A jungle is the next place.

Take me home. Or come to Europe...alright familia? 25 daysish.

U Can't Touch This.

Paz Fuera.

Paris a volé mon coeur.

Paris has stolen my heart. (Paris a vole mon coeur). 

I don't know how a city takes your heart like that. And believe me, I know it's cliche...but it's irresistible. I could live there. Teach ballet to little French girls and live in an apartment. It's going to happen. Oh, I'd like to think so.

As far as being all touristy...castles, palaces, museums, cathedrals etc. are GREAT, but what I really, really love is the feel of a city. You can find that walking down the street. Parks are good, too. 

...The feel of Paris almost childlike. I was constantly excited and wide-eyed...at the most simple things. Chicken and tomato paninis. A swing in the park. A brass band on a street corner. The rosy-cheeked child that just ran past me, speaking French! It's seriously impossible to not feel it. The fact that it was 50 degrees outside, so I was wearing a scarf and a peacoat the whole time only made it better!

Paris, France and Rome, Italy are sister cities and there's a phrase for them...

"Only Paris is worthy of Rome, only Rome is worthy of Paris."

If so, I must go to Rome. 

Au revoir.

Margarita Isabel...back to spanish life.